Lora Ricketts

Monday, Oct. 14, was Columbus Day. Danielle had to work and I had Zoey. Brandon picked up Samson and Nichole for the day. This gave me the perfect opportunity to have Brandon take pictures of me with my three great-grandchildren, Samson, Nichole and Zoey.

Monday, Oct. 7, was one of those days with unpredictable weather. All day the television warned of a tornado approaching. I kept wondering when Baby Zoey and I might have to wait it out in the cellar. We were lucky and it missed our area completely.

On Monday I had an appointment for a physical with Dr. Kolanchick. My daughter, Kathy came and watched Zoey. She took Zoey in the stroller and went to the apple orchard on our farm. Zoey loved the bumpy ride into the apple orchard.

On Monday, Sept. 23, my daughter Kathy came and spent the day. She held Zoey most of the day and took her outside a few times to enjoy the fresh air.

This week has been quieter and we are trying to get back on a routine. I can’t say there won’t be times where we slip and fall backwards.

My granddaughter, Danielle, returned to her job at an insurance office and Zoey returned to spend the days with me.

On Tuesday, Sept. 17, Zoey turned 3 months old.

I want everyone who reads my column to know that I appreciate the compassion you have shown toward me and my family and I am trying to keep busy and in the old routine to move past my sorrows.

I spent Monday trying to get a lot of the paperwork done that needs completing after a death.

I have just lived through one of the worst weeks in my life.

If you were to ask me how I got through it, I would have to say I was very busy.

On Sunday, my daughter, Kathy and her husband, Gary planned a cookout for us as Dan had planned to have one with sausage, peppers and onions.

I am writing this column after going through a very sad weekend. As most of you know, I lost my only son, Danny, to a very tragic accident on Saturday.

It was another great week to eat from the garden. We really enjoyed our fill of zucchini dipped in egg, then flour and sautéed.

On Thursday, my grandson, Miles Pangburn and his wife, Melissa, joined my son, Dan and me for a steak dinner.

This was the week I started a new position that I haven’t had experience with for a few years. My youngest great-grandchild, Nichole had turned 7 in December and now my granddaughter, Danielle arrived at 7:15 a.m., with 7-week-old Zoey for me to care for.


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